46. O Could I Speak the Matchless Worth

1 O could I speak the matchless worth,
O could I sound the glories forth
Which in my Savior shine,
I'd sing His glorious righteousness,
And magnify the wondrous grace
Which made salvation mine,
Which made salvation mine.

2 I'd sing the characters He bears,
And all the forms of love He wears,
Exalted on His throne:
In loftiest songs of sweetest praise,
I would to everlasting days
Make all His glories known,
Make all His glories known.

3 Soon the delightful day will come
When my dear Lord will bring me home,
And I shall see His face;
Then with my Saviour, Brother, Friend,
A blest eternity I'll spend,
Triumphant in His grace,
Triumphant in His grace.